This is a song about "That crazy chick in frount of me"

Im not racist but i am crazy non of them fake ass killers can faze me,

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

Stuck her toungue out, flirted, played with his dick

Intoxicated rebels came in to fuck your chick

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

This crazy world we live in, it's full of a lot of people like you,

Of the vhs especially during sex baby

Call me crazy maybe, but those were your friends that "hate'' me.

24's on that escalade and ya' chick in the back, gettin' laid,

We gon' rep the city of folarin straight, that bait

If his bitch insist on getting sick

Now who the fuck is that kayla chick

I'm just ridin i done put a thousand miles on my body

Im in company of influences that keep on provoking me.

And deal with the hell that was in front of me,

Baby when i like that, i know it's crazy